Gangster Land Page #4

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I see a lot of you in my clubs.

- Providing alcoholic

beverages is

against the law of

the land, Mr. Capone.

- Then tell people

to stop drinking.

- The United States congress put

that law on the books to promote

the health and welfare

of the American people.

- Come on, you expect

people to believe that?

That, what, congress

jumped because a bunch

of tee-totaling church

ladies told them to?

It was rockefeller

and his oil boys!

Cars were made to run

on gas or alcohol.

Rockefeller wanted

to corner the market.

So, he bribed congress to

put a halt in production

of alcohol and now

he's making billions.

And you're callin'

me the criminal?

- Look here, you

smelly, greasy wop.

I don't care how you

justify what you do.

I don't care the

scum in this city

that you got on your payroll.

This is my city you're

in and there are

dead bodies on my

streets, that's a problem.

- And what are you gonna

do about it, tough guy?

- Since there are no charges,

I believe our

business here is done.

- Good work, fellas, keep it up.

If they can't take

the truth about

this country then f*** 'em!

- Jack.

- Guys.

- What're you hanging out with

a goon like Capone for, Jack?

- Oh, you know, it's

nothin', some part time work.

Driving trucks, whatever.

- Oh, 'cause that's not

what people are saying.

- Yeah, well you know what

they say about rumors?

You can't trust 'em.

- I wasn't done talking, Jack.

So I want you to listen to me.

Capone is low-life scum.

You understand that?

You want to pal around

with the guineas

and the wops, one of

two things gonna happen.

You're gonna be in prison,

or you're gonna end

up like your old man.

You wanna do that to your ma?

- That's not what your

pop would have wanted.

Come on, tell us

what we need to know.

Let us help you, Jack.

- Like I said guys,

it's just rumors.

- Mr. Capone,

what are you doing

coming out of police

headquarters today?

- What, me and the boys?

We were just talking

about interior design.

Goddamn it!

- Try spreading your feet

a little further apart.

Trust me.

- Not bad, huh?

- Not bad at all.

- Been meaning to speak to

you about something, Jack.

We can't just rely

on speakeasies and

whore houses any more.

I wanna expand into the unions,

pick up the pension funds.

Also, I want you to stop by

the hotels and smoke shops.

Convince them to

install slot machines.

- Like in Atlantic city?

- Exactly, this way

instead of waiting on them

to come to us, we bring

the action to them.

- You know, al,

there's something that

I've been meaning

to ask you about.

- What's that, Jackie?

- No offense, but how'd you

get the scars on your face?

- Years ago when I was

a bouncer in Brooklyn.

I saw this broad

over by the tables.

So I walked up to

her, polite-like,

and I said to her,

"you got a nice ass."

Out of nowhere

this guy jumped up

from the bar and

took out a knife.

He cut the hell out of me.

- Boyfriend?

- No, brother.

The doctors did what they could.

But you know what?

I think it gives me character.

- Yeah, sure.

So what'd you do, did you

go back and whack the guy?

- No, I hired him.

You can always use a

good knife guy, right?

What?

The dumb Mick moved.

- You didn't have your feet

spread far enough apart.

You wanna go again?

- No, I don't need no ball.

- You know, last

couple of years,

our organization here

has been suffering.

And I don't just

mean financially.

- Yeah, no kiddin'.

- I can't tell you how many men,

good men, that behemoth

has had killed.

- My own brothers, killed in

the street like f***in' dogs!

- And Frankie Yale,

Capone had him

shot down in new

York just last week.

- Yeah, you know why?

Because of me, because

Frankie backed me

to run the sicilian union

so we don't have to use

Capone's man, Tony

lombardo, that fat prick.

- I think we're all

in agreement, here.

We've had a longstanding problem

and it needs to be fixed.

Frank, Pete,

I'm offering you $50,000

dollars to kill Capone.

But first, I want

you to take out

his machine gunner, Jack mcgurn.

- We'll do him for free.

- Lulu!

Lulu, I love you!

You're the bee's knees, you've

always been my bee's knees!

Lulu, Lulu.

Come here, Lulu.

Lulu, I love you, I love

you come here, Lulu, Lulu.

Just, Lulu, Lulu, I love you.

Psst, Lulu!

Marry me, Lulu.

Lulu, Lulu, Lulu, look, look.

- You can't just

come in here and

take out every guy

that looks at me twice.

- Now you see here, i

agreed to let you dance,

but I never agreed to that.

- Now you listen to me, slugger.

I don't need your

permission for anything.

Hell, I don't need

any man's permission.

I've gotten myself this far.

- Baby.

Baby, I'm sorry.

Look, I got carried away.

Okay, I wasn't thinking.

I just came here to pick you up

and take you home, that's all.

Why don't we get out of here?

- I've got a better idea.

Why don't you get out of here.

- Yeah.

- This is Jack,

all in all we got

six different

businesses ready to go.

- That's my boy, Jackie.

- Listen, al.

If the machines are ready,

i can deliver them tomorrow.

- No, no anselmi and

scalise is picking 'em up.

I just want you to focus

on getting more locations.

- All right, I'm on it.

Just be sure to--

- Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie?

Jackie!

Jackie!

- He's lost too much blood.

We're losing him.

Hang in there, Jack!

- Daddy!

You made it.

I was so scared.

- I never lost faith, Jack.

I knew you was a fighter.

I guess it's that

boxing mentality, huh?

And don't worry about the

bill, I got that covered.

You just get rested.

When you're better

you come see me.

We'll take care of business.

- Jack, what were you

thinking going out

and getting yourself

shot up like that?

And don't think

you're off the hook

for the other night

either, mister.

I'm worried about you.

- Don't worry about me.

I'll be okay.

- Okay.

Just promise me when you're all

healed up we'll

go away somewhere.

- Anything you want, sweetheart.

I just,

I just need some rest.

- Goddamn it, he's alive!

Mcgurn just walked

out of the hospital.

What the f*** did I tell you?

What were you supposed to do?

- Impossible.

- We filled the

guy full of holes.

- No, you didn't!

That's how you shoot

something full of holes!

- I heard Capone

is in palm beach.

- Yeah?

Well, you better hope to

god that he stays there.

Clean this sh*t up!

- Are the caterers

set for next week?

- Yeah, florists too.

Should be quite the shindig.

- Good, it better be.

Hostin' the d.A.'S no different

in Florida than

it is in Chicago.

You want to do

business, you gotta

do a little wining and dining.

Look who finally

decided to show up.

- Oh my god,

it's like a movie set!

- Even better, sweetheart,

it's not make believe.

How you doin', Jackie?

- Still a little sore,

I'll be alright though.

- Louise, how about you

go join rio in the back?

He'll make you a mimosa.

- A what?

- A mimosa.

Champagne with fresh

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